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toxic_cornTitle: Five Times Beaver Almost Told the Truth About Woody
Author: Toxic Corn
Rating: R for subject matter and some strong language.
Disclaimer: Neptune and all its tawdriness/characters belong to Rob Thomas.
Spoilers: BIG DAMN SPOILERS FOR SEASON TWO! And for season one. Duh.
Notes: I never want to write Beaver again. :P Written for the Five fic meme. Want fic, ask, receive.
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1. Mom
The first time it happened, Cassidy went straight home and into the tub. He scrubbed and scrubbed until he was pink and raw but the still didn’t feel any different.
On the way back to his room, he met his mom in the hallway. Her eyes widened at the sight of him.
“What are you doing taking a bath now?” she asked and looked at her watch as if confirming the time. “Don’t you usually take one in the morning?”
Usually, yeah. He liked starting the day off clean. The fact that his impersonal mother had noticed this about him, had actually recognized a habit of his, made him open his mouth.
But then she shrugged dismissively. “I must be thinking of Dick J.” She started off down the hall. “Your dad and I are going out tonight. The babysitter should be here any minute. Be good!”
“Uh huh.” Cassidy shut his bedroom door behind him, feeling more alone than he ever had.
END
2. Dick
This was a rare kind of Saturday. None of their friends were over and Dick was actually acting like a human being. He and Beaver were sacked out on the couch with a bag of chips, watching Spiderman.
“Dude, it would suck to be Spiderman,” Dick said suddenly.
Beaver boggled. “Why? He has super powers and Mary Jane Watson.”
“Yeah, but it’s not like he gets any money for being Spiderman,” Dick said through a mouthful of chips. “And Peter Parker doesn’t get any credit for saving the day or whatever. He has to keep the Spiderman thing on the down low. I can’t imagine having a secret that big.”
They watched the movie in silence for a few minutes. Then Dick said carefully, “Do you have any big secrets, Beav?”
For a crazy moment, Beaver almost told him. Dick had been acting like the big brother he’d always wanted him to be and in that instant he felt like he could trust him.
But then he remembered last summer when they’d visited Grandma. Her pool was in the middle of being cleaned so they’d been forced to go to the public pool for a swim. Then when Dick had seen the lifeguard was male, he’d pitched a fit and demanded that they leave.
“No way if I drown am I gonna get mouth to mouth from some dude,” Dick had snapped. “That’s so gay!”
No. He couldn’t trust Dick. He wouldn’t understand.
“Nope,” Beaver answered.
Dick looked at him for a moment, then snorted. “You wouldn’t,” he said more out of habit than any real animosity.
Beaver really wished he didn’t.
He never watched Spiderman again.
END
3. Ms. James
“Thanks for meeting with me, Cassidy,” Ms. James said gently.
“Sure.” Cassidy sat down in the chair and looked nervously around the room.
“How are you?”
“Uh, I’m fine.” Cassidy started to fiddle with one of the pockets on his carpenter jeans.
Ms. James folded her hands on the desk, watching him with her big, understanding eyes. “I understand that you were a friend of Lilly Kane’s.”
“Sort of. Uh, we had the same friends but we didn’t uh, you know. Hang out a lot.” He started to bounce his knee, wishing he was elsewhere.
“This must be really confusing for you,” Ms. James said. “Even if you and Lilly weren’t close friends, it must feel strange to have someone you saw everyday not be there anymore.”
Cassidy nodded. “Yeah, it’s weird.”
Ms. James was silent a moment. “You know, I didn’t call Dick in here, Cassidy. And he doesn’t know that you’ve come to see me.”
Cassidy froze. “Why?”
She smiled a little sadly. “Is… everything all right at home? You always seem so lost. Your teachers have told me that you don’t seem to have any friends of your own, just those that hang out with Dick.”
“They’re my friends too,” Cassidy said, hearing what a lie it sounded like.
Ms. James nodded. “Maybe you should get into an activity that Dick isn’t in. So you can help create your own identity.”
“But my dad was in FBLA,” Cassidy said, starting to sweat.
“You aren’t your father,” Ms. James told him. “You don’t have to be.”
Cassidy didn’t know how to respond to that. “I’ll uh, I’ll think about it.”
“Good.” Ms. James continued to stare at him and Cassidy knew how goldfish must feel. “Is there something else? It isn’t Lilly or Dick that’s bothering you, is it? There’s something else on your mind.”
God, she was so phony. Looking at him with those weird, sad eyes like she knew what he was going through. She didn’t know anything. She probably thought he was a cutter or suicidal or something. Anger started to course through his veins and his fists clenched. He wanted more than anything to jump up and scream at her about how his whole life had changed when he was eleven, just to see the look on her face when she realized how fucking wrong she was.
He was leaning forwards, just getting ready to do he didn’t know what when her phone rang.
“I don’t have to get that,” Ms. James said. “We can keep-”
“No,” Cassidy said, quickly, standing up. The anger simmered down a little. “That’s okay. I better get back to class.”
Walking back to English, he decided that if he ever got another notice to see Rebecca James again, he’d just ignore it.
END
4. Mac
Their makeout session was progressing nicely. He had Mac pinned to the corner of the couch and he discovered a spot on her neck that made her moan. He was currently attacking that place with his teeth when he felt Mac’s fingers on his belt buckle.
He jolted back. “Wait.”
She froze, eyes wide. “I’m sorry. I just-”
“We need to slow down,” Cassidy said. He pulled away from her a safe distance and ran a hand through his hair.
Mac chewed at her lip for a second. “Am… Am I doing something wrong?”
Cassidy didn’t answer her. He shut his eyes and wished he was someplace else.
“Cass?”
“I’m just not… I’m not…” He opened his eyes and looked at her. She looked so sad and confused, a self conscious blush staining her face. “I’m sorry.”
Mac smiled a little. “Don’t worry. I’m sorry I got all grabby.”
His heart broke a little. Here he was being the asshole and making her feel shitty and she was the one apologizing to him and being all understanding. It made him want to tell her that it wasn’t her he was reacting so negatively to, that it wasn’t her fault he couldn’t… that he wasn’t… But if he told her, she’d probably run screaming from the room. He wouldn’t blame her.
He cleared his throat. “Uh, I think American Idol is on.”
END
5. Alternate Universe
When he’d gotten the cryptic message from Peter Ferrers to meet him and Marcos in the library, Cassidy’s danger instincts kicked into overdrive. Yet he still went to meet them anyway.
They were seated in the back, with no one else around.
“Beaver,” Marcos greeted him. “What’s up?”
“Nothing,” he said and reluctantly sat down. “Uh, what did you guys wanna talk about.”
“Woody Goodman,” Peter said, watching Cassidy’s face.
But Cassidy had practiced saying that name in the mirror for the last week or so and he’d managed to get rid of the flinch it caused. “What about him?”
“You know he’s a pervert, right?” Marcos asked. “Come on. Me and Peter saw him single you out lots of times.”
“That’s because he was our coach,” Cassidy said, amazed at how normal he sounded. He found himself believing what he was saying. “He was only giving me pointers on how to hit the ball.”
“Oh, he was interested in balls all right,” Marcos said bitterly. “Just not the ones you mean.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Cassidy said firmly. He got up. “So I’ll just be-”
“Beaver, come on,” Peter pleaded. “We know he did something to you. He did it to us, too. You’re not alone.”
Not alone. Cassidy went still. It would be so nice to admit it to these guys. They’d gone through it, knew what it was like, wouldn’t judge him. For a second he almost spoke up.
But then he realized: Marcos Oliveres had that stupid radio show, Ahoy Mateys! He was a total whistleblower and the only reason he knew Marcos had the show was because Butters Clemmons had been bragging to someone about it and he’d overheard. Marcos wasn’t the type to create some Yaya Brotherhood of the Molesting Pants or whatever; he’d want to team up with him and Peter and tell the world all about Woody Goodman.
Cassidy couldn’t allow that to happen.
“Sorry,” he said. “Good luck to you guys, but Woody never did anything to me. He was just my little league coach.”
Walking away, he felt like he’d made the right decision, despite the sick feeling in his gut.
The End
Author: Toxic Corn
Rating: R for subject matter and some strong language.
Disclaimer: Neptune and all its tawdriness/characters belong to Rob Thomas.
Spoilers: BIG DAMN SPOILERS FOR SEASON TWO! And for season one. Duh.
Notes: I never want to write Beaver again. :P Written for the Five fic meme. Want fic, ask, receive.
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angielus1. Mom
The first time it happened, Cassidy went straight home and into the tub. He scrubbed and scrubbed until he was pink and raw but the still didn’t feel any different.
On the way back to his room, he met his mom in the hallway. Her eyes widened at the sight of him.
“What are you doing taking a bath now?” she asked and looked at her watch as if confirming the time. “Don’t you usually take one in the morning?”
Usually, yeah. He liked starting the day off clean. The fact that his impersonal mother had noticed this about him, had actually recognized a habit of his, made him open his mouth.
But then she shrugged dismissively. “I must be thinking of Dick J.” She started off down the hall. “Your dad and I are going out tonight. The babysitter should be here any minute. Be good!”
“Uh huh.” Cassidy shut his bedroom door behind him, feeling more alone than he ever had.
END
2. Dick
This was a rare kind of Saturday. None of their friends were over and Dick was actually acting like a human being. He and Beaver were sacked out on the couch with a bag of chips, watching Spiderman.
“Dude, it would suck to be Spiderman,” Dick said suddenly.
Beaver boggled. “Why? He has super powers and Mary Jane Watson.”
“Yeah, but it’s not like he gets any money for being Spiderman,” Dick said through a mouthful of chips. “And Peter Parker doesn’t get any credit for saving the day or whatever. He has to keep the Spiderman thing on the down low. I can’t imagine having a secret that big.”
They watched the movie in silence for a few minutes. Then Dick said carefully, “Do you have any big secrets, Beav?”
For a crazy moment, Beaver almost told him. Dick had been acting like the big brother he’d always wanted him to be and in that instant he felt like he could trust him.
But then he remembered last summer when they’d visited Grandma. Her pool was in the middle of being cleaned so they’d been forced to go to the public pool for a swim. Then when Dick had seen the lifeguard was male, he’d pitched a fit and demanded that they leave.
“No way if I drown am I gonna get mouth to mouth from some dude,” Dick had snapped. “That’s so gay!”
No. He couldn’t trust Dick. He wouldn’t understand.
“Nope,” Beaver answered.
Dick looked at him for a moment, then snorted. “You wouldn’t,” he said more out of habit than any real animosity.
Beaver really wished he didn’t.
He never watched Spiderman again.
END
3. Ms. James
“Thanks for meeting with me, Cassidy,” Ms. James said gently.
“Sure.” Cassidy sat down in the chair and looked nervously around the room.
“How are you?”
“Uh, I’m fine.” Cassidy started to fiddle with one of the pockets on his carpenter jeans.
Ms. James folded her hands on the desk, watching him with her big, understanding eyes. “I understand that you were a friend of Lilly Kane’s.”
“Sort of. Uh, we had the same friends but we didn’t uh, you know. Hang out a lot.” He started to bounce his knee, wishing he was elsewhere.
“This must be really confusing for you,” Ms. James said. “Even if you and Lilly weren’t close friends, it must feel strange to have someone you saw everyday not be there anymore.”
Cassidy nodded. “Yeah, it’s weird.”
Ms. James was silent a moment. “You know, I didn’t call Dick in here, Cassidy. And he doesn’t know that you’ve come to see me.”
Cassidy froze. “Why?”
She smiled a little sadly. “Is… everything all right at home? You always seem so lost. Your teachers have told me that you don’t seem to have any friends of your own, just those that hang out with Dick.”
“They’re my friends too,” Cassidy said, hearing what a lie it sounded like.
Ms. James nodded. “Maybe you should get into an activity that Dick isn’t in. So you can help create your own identity.”
“But my dad was in FBLA,” Cassidy said, starting to sweat.
“You aren’t your father,” Ms. James told him. “You don’t have to be.”
Cassidy didn’t know how to respond to that. “I’ll uh, I’ll think about it.”
“Good.” Ms. James continued to stare at him and Cassidy knew how goldfish must feel. “Is there something else? It isn’t Lilly or Dick that’s bothering you, is it? There’s something else on your mind.”
God, she was so phony. Looking at him with those weird, sad eyes like she knew what he was going through. She didn’t know anything. She probably thought he was a cutter or suicidal or something. Anger started to course through his veins and his fists clenched. He wanted more than anything to jump up and scream at her about how his whole life had changed when he was eleven, just to see the look on her face when she realized how fucking wrong she was.
He was leaning forwards, just getting ready to do he didn’t know what when her phone rang.
“I don’t have to get that,” Ms. James said. “We can keep-”
“No,” Cassidy said, quickly, standing up. The anger simmered down a little. “That’s okay. I better get back to class.”
Walking back to English, he decided that if he ever got another notice to see Rebecca James again, he’d just ignore it.
END
4. Mac
Their makeout session was progressing nicely. He had Mac pinned to the corner of the couch and he discovered a spot on her neck that made her moan. He was currently attacking that place with his teeth when he felt Mac’s fingers on his belt buckle.
He jolted back. “Wait.”
She froze, eyes wide. “I’m sorry. I just-”
“We need to slow down,” Cassidy said. He pulled away from her a safe distance and ran a hand through his hair.
Mac chewed at her lip for a second. “Am… Am I doing something wrong?”
Cassidy didn’t answer her. He shut his eyes and wished he was someplace else.
“Cass?”
“I’m just not… I’m not…” He opened his eyes and looked at her. She looked so sad and confused, a self conscious blush staining her face. “I’m sorry.”
Mac smiled a little. “Don’t worry. I’m sorry I got all grabby.”
His heart broke a little. Here he was being the asshole and making her feel shitty and she was the one apologizing to him and being all understanding. It made him want to tell her that it wasn’t her he was reacting so negatively to, that it wasn’t her fault he couldn’t… that he wasn’t… But if he told her, she’d probably run screaming from the room. He wouldn’t blame her.
He cleared his throat. “Uh, I think American Idol is on.”
END
5. Alternate Universe
When he’d gotten the cryptic message from Peter Ferrers to meet him and Marcos in the library, Cassidy’s danger instincts kicked into overdrive. Yet he still went to meet them anyway.
They were seated in the back, with no one else around.
“Beaver,” Marcos greeted him. “What’s up?”
“Nothing,” he said and reluctantly sat down. “Uh, what did you guys wanna talk about.”
“Woody Goodman,” Peter said, watching Cassidy’s face.
But Cassidy had practiced saying that name in the mirror for the last week or so and he’d managed to get rid of the flinch it caused. “What about him?”
“You know he’s a pervert, right?” Marcos asked. “Come on. Me and Peter saw him single you out lots of times.”
“That’s because he was our coach,” Cassidy said, amazed at how normal he sounded. He found himself believing what he was saying. “He was only giving me pointers on how to hit the ball.”
“Oh, he was interested in balls all right,” Marcos said bitterly. “Just not the ones you mean.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Cassidy said firmly. He got up. “So I’ll just be-”
“Beaver, come on,” Peter pleaded. “We know he did something to you. He did it to us, too. You’re not alone.”
Not alone. Cassidy went still. It would be so nice to admit it to these guys. They’d gone through it, knew what it was like, wouldn’t judge him. For a second he almost spoke up.
But then he realized: Marcos Oliveres had that stupid radio show, Ahoy Mateys! He was a total whistleblower and the only reason he knew Marcos had the show was because Butters Clemmons had been bragging to someone about it and he’d overheard. Marcos wasn’t the type to create some Yaya Brotherhood of the Molesting Pants or whatever; he’d want to team up with him and Peter and tell the world all about Woody Goodman.
Cassidy couldn’t allow that to happen.
“Sorry,” he said. “Good luck to you guys, but Woody never did anything to me. He was just my little league coach.”
Walking away, he felt like he’d made the right decision, despite the sick feeling in his gut.
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Date: 2006-09-13 06:03 am (UTC)If i think of another one can i request it or is it 1 per person? :D
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Date: 2006-09-13 05:18 pm (UTC)If you have another idea, go ahead and drop it in the request entry. One person asked for four fics so there's no rule how many you can get. :D